Darkfall Characters Novels & Stories

The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw. It made me cut myself away from the world, and vow to never tolerate any shit from anyone ever again. Fast forward to the present and a brief introduction, I am Elias, the mysterious heartless dangerous guy that's immune to any emotion apart from anger and violence, and the mad depressed guy who cuts himself when he feels worthless, blah blah blah… In conclusion, I am

“Um..I can come back if…” Jasmine turned to see what he was seeing, the naked Gabriel now walking in unapologetically naked and unashamed of his body being exposed. “Gabriel can you stay back there? Cover up!” Jasmine walked around the room to grab him a blanket to wrap around his waist. “Xavier Adams, detective. You found Chase Fallon?” Jasmine placed her arms around Gabriel covering him and trying not to brush against his erection. She seemed embarrassed by the whole ordeal. “Do I know you?” Xavier asked. “Who is this guy?” He pointed to Gabriel, but talked to Jasmine with anger in his voice as he watched her hold the blanket over him.

I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid. There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.” “Thank you, wifey,” I say, sitting up in bed and blowing a kiss at Carter. I feel for him since Storm won’t let him out of the apartment unless one of us can be with him. I get it. Carter screwed us and C.H.A.O.S. over royally five years ago. He betrayed us to Razor Grothman, the leader of the Damned Forsaken.

The room stilled. A council member frowned. “Who could that possibly be?” Stefan hesitated for only a moment. “A tyrant respects only a greater tyrant. Carlo will retreat if he knows Crestmoon stands under the shadow of someone more powerful.” Alpha Kadel narrowed his eyes. “Who are you suggesting?” Stefan lifted his head and spoke the name like a warning: “Draven BloodFall.” Gasps burst through the hall. Some elders recoiled. One clutched his chest as if struck by lightning.

Vera said, her voice rich with pride, “is Alpha Cahir’s son, Dawn Cole of the DarkSword Pack. He is the ruler of the Nightfall Pack—a vassal of the DarkSword Pack.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Kaila’s smirk faltered for the first time. Her eyes narrowed, Nightfall is a vassal of DarkSword? Ava's brows squinted when she heard the boy was Cahir's son, Cahir had a son, he had a son in the same age level with her Sextuplets and he chose to do something so evil to her own daughter.

What they didn't realize is that Ruby and Pietro were obviously fraternal twins so it's unlikely for them to share a soul, but I knew better than to bring it up; at least, my secret's safe. I found out a lot about everyone today. Most were interesting while the rest was just painful to bear. I feel sorry for Lowan losing his brothers because of soul corruption, but I feel more sorry for Ross. I can't imagine how it feels to erase your own parents, but he didn't have a choice and they weren't his parents anymore; they were aswangs. Ms. Reina explained that once a person begins the twilight phase, there's no more hope of ever becoming a human again. I know that the society I live in is messed

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”

Delta team had done a lot more recon than that, but this vampire didn’t need to know that. “How old are you?” “Uh, twenty-six?” Xavier said. “No, how long have you been a vampire, son?” “About seven years.” John eyed Xavier, then shifted his attention to Alaric. “What are your names?” he said. “I am Alaric Valko, Alpha of New Dawn. This is my mate and Luna, Thea Lyall. This is Gaia, the eldest high priestess on the west coast, and this is Xavier.”

Lucian of Ashville. Gregor of Silverclaw. Damian of Nightshade. Maverick of Rainville. Drystan of Ironclaw. And the others: Varek of Blood Moon, Alaric of Thornspike, Soren of Wildheart, Edric of Stormfang. Every one of them was present. Xander and I entered together, followed by Kael, Vanessa, Kaida, and Rowan — who looked like he’d aged ten years overnight. “Alpha King,” Alpha Varek began, his voice clipped, “is it true?”